I've been sick for like a billion days. I don't think I'll ever breath through my right nostril again. My head might just split open and spill out all my good ideas that I will never be able to do because I will never be well ever again. Ever.
In other news, I've been quite productive with my computer as I lay here on my death bed. I did a blog design. I organized all my folders. I made myself a new wallpaper for my iPhone. I did not: do the laundry, pick up the house, comb my hair or put on deodorant.
And there is this glimmer of holiday cheer: the doctor prescribed me cough syrup with codeine. Codeine. I know I shouldn't be as happy about this as I am. But it brings me visions of sugar plumbs when I sleep.
Sleep is a rare commodity around here.
Stumble It!
